Thursday, August 14, 2008

A Poem To The Working Person

The phone rings
The dog sings
The clock brings
Life into my day

The eggs fry
The toast is dry

I say goodbye
And am on my way

The ride's the same
But whose to blame
I forget the name
Of who I'm driving

I reach the shop
My car I stop
My briefcase I drop

As I'm arriving

My boss is mad
But he's wearing plaid
And so I'm glad
At what he's mad at

The hours pass
They're done at last
I'm home so fast
to my welcome matt

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